Chapter 55
I was hiding behind Frederick because I didn’t want Jonathan to see me. But he saw me anyway, so I had no choice but to come out and meet his gaze. “I don’t need your permission to go anywhere.”
Jonathan walked right up to me and grabbed my wrist. “Come with me.”
He pressed on my wound again. Every time it started to heal, he set me back to square one. Gritting, through the pain, I shook his hand away in annoyance. “I’ve got stuff to do. You go ahead without me.”
Jonathan locked eyes with me. “Spare me the excuses. What’s so important?”
I turned my back on him. “It’s my business, not yours. Stay out of it.”
Jonathan chuckled darkly. “You gave him that bottle of First Love, and then you’re alone in his room. What makes you think I would let that slide, Elise?”
I spun on my heels. “Can you stop being such a hypocrite? I didn’t say a thing when you were hanging out
with Alicia.”
Jonathan closed in on me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. “Haven’t you complained more than enough already? How many times do I have to explain? You never trust me. How long are you
going to keep this up?”
I shoved him away, glaring at him furiously. “That’s my line. Can you stop with the drama already? If you agree to the divorce right now, I’ll vanish from your life instantly.”
Jonathan fixed his cold gaze on me. “What are you and Frederick keeping from me?”
I retorted, “It’s none of your business.”
I tried to walk past him toward Frederick, but Jonathan suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me out. “What are you doing? Let go of me. Put me down.”
I glared at Jonathan, eyes bloodshot with anger.
Frederick stood in Jonathan’s path, scowling. “She already told you to put her down, Jonathan. Don’t push
her.”
Jonathan fired back, “She is my wife. Who the hell are you to stick your nose in this?”
He coldly glanced at Frederick, knocked Frederick out of the way, and left.
At the doorway, Jonathan suddenly stopped and calmly looked over his shoulder. “You’d better fix that
wine bottle and send it to Willowcreek, or else…”
He trailed off mid–sentence without finishing it, but the warning couldn’t have been more obvious.
After saying that, he didn’t spare Frederick another glance and walked off without hesitation.
I struggled in his arms with everything I had, but he ignored it and held me tightly against his chest. His eyes were ice–cold, and no one dared come near.
Hearing the commotion, Alicia rushed over.
She started to move toward Jonathan, but the look on his face stopped her cold. She just stood off to the side, watching him nervously. “What happened, Jonathan? Did you and Elise get into another fight?
Jonathan ignored Alicia and walked out of the Guzman residence with me in his arms.
Jeffrey and Brenda also left their room. Watching the scene unfold, they exchanged a surprised look.
Jeffrey stormed into Frederick’s room and dragged him out. “What did you do this time? You always have to stir something up. Does that help you sleep better at night or what?”
With a grim expression, Frederick chased after Jonathan. “Put her down, Jonathan.”
Jeffrey grabbed Frederick by the collar and yanked him back. “This is between them. Stay out of it.”
Brenda looked conflicted. “What was the wine Jonathan mentioned just now? What is that all about?” Standing at the side, Alicia quickly added, “That was Jonathan’s wine. He made it himself, and it was one of his prized collectibles, but Frederick accidentally broke it.”
“Shut up!” Frederick shouted at Alicia, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
Alicia immediately fell silent, her expression turning sour. “I guess the deal with the Ford family isn’t such a big deal to you now, huh?”
Jeffrey’s expression changed drastically as he shoved Frederick. “Apologize to Alicia now, you punk.”
